Yan Zheng wailed, and instinctively stretched out his hand to support him. The moment he stretched out his right hand, a smooth and sticky feeling came from the palm of Yan Zheng's palm. As soon as he stabilized his body, Yan Zheng felt as disgusting as if he was electrocuted.

He retracted his hand, and there were some unknown and deadly black paste objects on his hands. At first, Yan Zheng thought it was semi-coagulated blood, but later he found that it was not blood, but thick moss on the wall.

These mosses seem to have been rotten for a long time, no longer as bright green as before. Now they are like some rotten kelp on the wall. Yan Zheng's hand is so big, revealing the original appearance of the wall inside. Maybe it's because of the time too much

Because of the long time, the white walls have already turned black.

Yan Zheng looked at the wall. The wall that was scratched by him was particularly eye-catching as if it had been gnawed by a dog. After careful recollection, Yan Zheng found that when Peng Ji took him to the East Palace this afternoon, he had never been like this.

A "antique yard!"

The rotten moss is almost a few inches thick, and you can imagine the age of this yard.

Then Yan Zheng Yanzheng felt the sticky feeling in his hands, raised his hand and sniffed it gently, and a rotten smell almost fainted.

That's right, it smells like the enhanced version of the smell when I first entered the yard. The smell of plant rot is mixed with the smell of animal rot. The two are mixed with the smell of moisture, so it's so wonderful...

Yan Zheng thought about it carefully and probably only by falling into Xiangkeng could he describe his current situation. Thinking of the word Xiang, the sticky feeling on Yan Zheng's hand instantly became full of energy.

The more Yan Zheng looked at it, the more he felt that he had wiped his hand, and his heart was suddenly overturned. He shook his hand disgustedly, trying to wipe off the disgusting things on his hand, but he couldn't find a clean place where he looked, and everything was like this.

Disgusting rotten moss cover.

Yan Zheng was a little suffocated and wanted to escape from this disgusting place as soon as possible. As soon as he raised his foot, he felt familiar. When he looked down, he saw that even the road under his feet was covered with rotten moss, which was about an inch deeper than

There must be even more than anything on the wall.

Even if the disgusting feeling of walking through the shoes is like a slippery feeling, you can still touch Yan Zheng's soul through the skin through the shoes. Yan Zheng couldn't help but shivered, gritted his teeth and endured the nausea in his heart, and looked forward.

Go out.

Every time he raises his foot, Yan Zheng's body will tremble. As he walks, Yan Zheng also keeps telling himself in his heart that this is not Xiang, this is not Xiang...

He walked dozens of meters away with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Yan Zheng suddenly was stunned and stood there a little at a loss.

He saw the rockery in the distance. Although the rockery was covered with a thick layer of moss, Yan Zheng still looked at the essence from the surface and recognized that it was the rockery in the garden in the afternoon.

, it was also the culprit for his fall and lost his memory!

A terrible thought emerged in Yan Zheng's heart. This was the back garden he visited in the afternoon!

The beautiful garden like Jiangnan garden turned into its current disgusting appearance. The huge contrast between the front and back made Yan Zheng a little unacceptable.

Standing there for seven or eight seconds, Yan Zheng allowed himself to accept this terrible reality. He looked back at the courtyard wall that was blurred with darkness, and Yan Zheng felt desperate inside!

There is a crescent door on both sides of the back garden. His current location is less than 200 meters away from the crescent door on the south. The woman who is still in a ghost may catch up at any time, and maybe she is waiting for him at the door.

Give him a killing sound, but if you walk down, Yan Zheng feels like he has nowhere to step on his feet. The road covered with rotten moss is as muddy as if he is walking on a swamp, and it is slippery and sticky. If you are really caught up,

He is like a turtle from the water. He can't run far if he wants to run, so he can only be slaughtered by ghosts...

Yan Zheng's mouth was bitter, and he was also regretful. He was like shooting himself in the foot. If he had known this, why would he have spent time climbing over the wall and jumping into the quagmire? If he fought with that woman directly, it would be easier to save trouble. Now

OK, it's both disgusting and helpless.

Although Yan Zheng regretted it, his body was honest and he continued to move forward with one step deep and one step shallow.

Not long after, Yan Zheng walked to the fruit forest that was originally decaying. The dead tree like a bone-decaying, like a group of prisoners who were beheaded. Then he twisted their bodies together, stretched his hands into the sky and complained speechlessly.

The tree is covered with rotten dead moss, one piece in the east and one piece in the west, opening and closing from the tree, shaking, revealing the trunk that has long been dyed black inside, like a highly decayed corpse that has exposed the bones dyed black by filthy blood.

Look, the round tree trunks look more like a mangy dog ​​with syphilis, and the fur on its body fell into spots.

These corrupt trees put great psychological pressure on Yan Zheng. Not only was the appearance of the trees arousing imagination, but there was also a strange feeling that Yan Zheng could not say, spreading in Yan Zheng's heart.

It felt like a snake staring at you in the darkness behind you, making you shudder.

Yan Zheng looked around alertly.

Behind him, the woman did not follow him, and there was no other abnormality around him...

Yan Zheng immediately breathed a sigh of relief and comforted himself in his heart: Maybe it was too nervous, something terrible could happen in some trees!”

After saying this in his heart silently, Yan Zheng mustered up the courage to continue exploring. When he walked to the path beside the woods, Yan Zheng vaguely saw something floating gently in the depths of the woods.

The moonlight was too dark, and Yan Zheng could not see the specific situation clearly. The shadows were like branches swaying in the wind. If you think about it carefully, Yan Zheng felt that it was unlikely. Only one skeleton left in these rotten ones, which could be left in the

The branches on the tree are at least as thick as wrists. Fevers of cold wind can blow such thick branches???

Yan Zheng couldn't help but have questions in his heart. Driven by curiosity, Yan Zheng's body involuntarily moved to the depths of the woods.

When Yan Zheng saw it clearly, he felt blood clotting, and his body trembled unnaturally.

The corpses were hung under the branches with long hemp ropes. The hemp ropes were blown heavily by the wind, and the soaked corpses shook slightly.

The rope circle tightens the neck of the corpse, the muscles on the face contract downwards, and the tongue in the throat stretches out its mouth desperately, the eye sockets are stretched openly, and the round and convex eyeballs stare at the ground without any sense of consciousness, or deeper, because this is

In ancient times, there was no habit of shaving hair. All corpses, both men and women, had long hair, and their long black and wet hair stuck to the corpse's cheeks. The wide-sized and soaked eyes were particularly eye-catching.
Chapter completed!